Don't Come Ill (MTL)

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Muzhenxi didn't expect to meet Xiao Jin here, and she didn't even think that she would see her again in this life.

"Sit down..." She just wanted to refuse, Xiao Jin had already walked in, as if tacitly agreeing that she would follow.

Wooden Sleeper Creek: "..."

She looked at Xiao Jin afterwards. The other party wore a dark green silk sleeveless shirt, dark brown wide-leg pants with a sense of draping, high heels with a little heel, and light coffee-colored wavy hair draped over her back. When I was in the body, the thin necklace between the neck shone with broken light, which complemented the thin porcelain white neck.

Time seemed infinitely slow, cutting frame by frame in front of Wooden Sleeper Creek.

The tips of Xiao Jin's hair were raised slightly when she walked. Her soft and delicate profile, the crystal earlobes hidden by the hair, were full of illusory and unreality under the light of the box.

Muzhenxi took a step closer to the "phantom".

The phantom spoke softly, "Come on."

Muzhenxi's wandering eyes returned to clarity, and his calf stepped in and walked in.

In Xiao Jin's eyes, she just stayed for a while.

How would I congratulate you if we meet again someday?

Xiao Jin's eyes were stained with a thin layer of water, looking at the silent woman opposite, he took the initiative to push the menu next to him, and naturally asked, "Let's see what you want to eat?"

Muzhenxi said: "Follow..." She stopped suddenly, took the menu, and said politely, "Thank you."

Xiao Jin flipped through another book. In order to create an atmosphere in the box, the light was ambiguous, but the two of them flipped through the menu without any eye contact, and the atmosphere had frozen to the point of freezing.

Xiao Jin didn't seem to feel the weird atmosphere, and turned to ask: "Foie gras, caviar or baked snails?"

Muzhenxi: "...foie gras."

"Seafood soup or creamy matsutake soup?"

"cream."

"Sweet shrimp salad or fruit salad?"

"fruit."

...

Between question and answer, the atmosphere eased quite a bit.

After ordering, he calmed down again.

Muzhenxi could feel the other's eyes clearly falling on his face, first inadvertently, and then frozen. Muzhenxi felt like sitting on pins and needles, regretting that she had only been dizzy for a while, and she had not been able to refuse her invitation.

Muzhenxi settled down and decided to go now. After so many years, she had no intention of entanglement with each other, nor did she want to stay in the same space with her.

She raised her eyes, and unexpectedly ran into the tenderness and bitterness in Xiao Jin's eyes that hadn't had time to conceal, she was stunned, and then she looked faint and unhappy in her eyes.

Muzhenxi ignored the strangeness in his heart, went to grab the handbag next to him, and planned to say goodbye: "I still..."

Boom boom boom.

The waiter came in with the first dish, holding a bouquet of delicate roses in his arms, and looked at the two of them, showing a standard eight-tooth smile, and handing the roses to the wooden pillow stream, Xiao Jin said calmly: "Give me Right."